Richard Ord: Porn twins! and Daleks!

Kit and Kat
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PORN stars are happily/sadly (delete where applicable) in short supply in Sunderland.

Two that spring to mind, however, are porn twins Kit and Kat who have, over the years, proved to be the gift that just keeps giving for the Echo.

They leapt to prominence when they appeared on the Jeremy Kyle Show and after we posted their story on our website, the internet hits went ballistic.

There’s something about having the words “porn twins” in an internet headline that attracts great interest from the online fraternity. Using the word Dalek has, I believe, much the same audience-attracting effect.

If we could find a story in which Kit, Kat and the Daleks were caught together, I fear our site would implode – as, I suspect, would the Daleks during such a coupling.

The Echo shot a video interview with Kit and Kat which has been revealed online at www.sunderlandecho.com for the first time.

What it doesn’t feature is the two young ladies singing their self-penned entry for the Eurovision Song Contest. I’ve heard it and let’s just say Englebert Humperdinck it is not.

If you bleeped out the parts unsuitable for family viewing, the finished product would sound less like a song and more like a Morse Code distress signal.

I mention this pair only because our Kat resurfaced in the news again this week after being pictured with the actor who plays Dev in Coronation Street.

It was, as one of the red tops put it, “a bizarre friendship” that had been struck between the two.

Yeah, like, what would a two-timing third-rate actor with a history of cocaine abuse have in common with a minor hardcore porn star? Beats me too.

WELL done Kevin McLernon for shedding nigh on 13 stone to be crowned The Biggest Loser.

Kevin’s partner is naturally delighted with her fella’s loss, she said as much in the Echo this week.

What doesn’t quite ring true is her assessment that his weight just started to “creep on, slowly, but surely.”

The man was eating giant stotties containing full English breakfasts in much the same way as we pop Maltesers.

“And then,” revealed Kevin, “I would go into the kitchen and finish off any left-overs.” Kevin was, he admits, regularly hoovering up 7,000 calories a day.

I suspect the weight crept onto Kevin at about the same pace as his face would have crept on to a discarded custard cream. At about 120 miles per hour.

Kevin has, of course, produced an amazing feat of what dieticians at the Harvard School of Health Research term “not eating so much” and deserves all the praise being thrown at him.

But after all the back-slapping, tears and cheers have died down, I wonder who is going to be the first to tell Kevin that at more than 19 stone he’s still, well, a fat bloke?